She Who Has Never Lov'd,

Around The Steel No Tortur'd Worm Shall Twine, No Blood Of Living Insect Stain My Line; Let Me, Less Cruel, Cast The Feather'd Hook, With Pliant Rod Athwart The Pebbled Brook, Silent Along The Mazy Margin Stray, And With The Fur-wrought Fly Delude The Prey.

No Retreat. No Retreat. They Must Conquer Or Die Who've No Retreat.

Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station, A Mind Serene For Contemplation.

Fools May Our Scorn, Not Envy, Raise. For Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

Who Hath Not Heard The Rich Complain Of Surfeits, And Corporeal Pain? He Barr'd From Every Use Of Wealth, Envies The Ploughman's Strength And Health.